August 20, 2006

So, it's around 1.40 on Sunday morning, almost 22 and half hours after I got back from hospital last night.

That is, got back from hospital after our meal on Friday night.

The meal where I was so drunk, with my family, that K walked out on me halfway through - only to be persuaded back by my sister-in-law.

Then, later, when I was outside having a cigarette, I just fell over.

Landing directly on my face.

Knocking myself out.

Smashing and embedding my glasses into my face.

Somehow wrenching my neck and back.

The ambulance came, which I barely remember.

I was carted off, put in a head brace.

X-rayed. MRI scanned. Heart rate monitors stuck to my every extreme poiint.

At 3am, after four hours inside the hospital, I was told I could go to triage for the stiches I need in my head.

I didn't bother.

I figure a scar - ableit above my eyebrow - will do me good.

I've had my phone off all day long because I couldn't face K, my mother, my two brothers, their wives.

I am so terribly ashamed of my behaviour.

I was an absolute disgrace.

I know K will never see me again. And I don't blame her.

Currently, I have a swollen, scraped forehead, a deeply cut eyebrow, a black (right) eye, a shattered cheekbone, a broken nose (again), a badly cut lip, an aching spine, and screaming shoulders.

And a broken heart, of course.

I'm wearing shades because my main ones were smashed to bits, and these hide the worst part of my injuries.

My phone's staying off for a while.

I won't be blogging for a bit, either.

I'm hoping I'll never drink ever again now. Certainly that's how I feel.

But, anyways.

There you are.

I fucked it up again.

In spectacular style.

And you'll none of you will ever know how absolutely beautiful she looked on Friday, either.

I was so proud.

But now I'm devastated.

Welcome, then, to the true JD's World.